Luyện nghe bài hát Three Neuron Kings

A battle, and inconvenient,
A battle fought so in pride.
A or rather plague, a fever,
me to the fireside.

At a crackling spark flight to the skies,
The king, he claims the throne.
But halts in as equal legions
Melt the leader's tone.

An elder arose
From blood soaked fallow
With orders at urgent voice
And as iron shields.

And dreadful words it
As he of abandonment
Thus I as the Tempest,
As his came upon my hand.

Then were risen by the brave
As for me I rose a twig the skies.

And no one would
One's eyes as the fiend's.
All men in and zeal.
As ire filled to air.

While two in for the throne
A third with grins on stainless
In bushes watching in
of the bleak.

At startled,
had dropped my twig
I turned the fireside
And the last of the night
Lit the my paths with golden
Sensing me and my Three Kings.